one hundred forty
8-29-15
I'm everything you hoped I'd never become.
The days run away.
This is my fucking escape.
I'm barely breathing,
My life draining,
But this is my lifeline.
You can't see scars in the dark
When I tell a story, not with my mind or heart,
They're both fucked,
I write this tragedy with a soul you don't see as good enough.
It all falls down
But we come alive underground.
I seep through your thoughts like a disease you don't want to catch.
I am the darker side of your best dream.
I am not who i seem.
- (m.m)
BADLANDS IS SO AMAZING I CANT I CANT I CANT
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